He legs were moving like that of a woman that had held her urine in for too long and who needed desperate relief. But she now knew it wasn’t urine s...e was holding back.Richard was now going crazy because the increasing naughtiness of the sexual scene. Unable to contain himself any longer he ran behind Helena placing his warm masculine hands on her hips. “Fuck you Jacky,” he screamed, bending Helena down and spreading her legs open.”Fuck you and your art craziness.”“Oh yes, fuck me Richard!!!”. I soon located the bullet, which appeared to be in one piece, not too surprising, as the large caliber low-velocity bullets in use at this time rarely fragmented unless they struck bone. Then, using a small hemostat, I extracted the bullet then thoroughly washed out the wound again. Gently probing the wound track again, I found and removed a small piece of cloth that roughly matched the hole in his pants where the bullet had struck him. After irrigating and flushing the wound one more time, I. I went back to masturbating and enjoying the young couple fucking. It had not taken long for him to recover from the hand job and he ended up fucking his sister in all kinds of positions. I was in rhythm with their fucking getting closer and then I shot a long rope of cum up with it falling on the floor.I got up and cleaned up the mess. When I looked up after spraying my cum all over the floor I saw a red light that went out. I did not see it again and forgot about it. I went to bed and. I nodded ‘yes’, but it was untrue. I was humiliated and horrified and I didn’t understand why he rejected me. He gave me another kiss right before he left while I was still hiding, belittling and berating myself needlessly. It was hard to get up for work, but I made myself continue on trying to erase the morning from my mind. As the day went on I knew I was too emotional to deal with seeing him that night. What was causing all the anxiety was not even me having to face him or us having to talk.